Hello everyone and welcome in! Consider this my blog intro/directory. Please do not follow if you are a minor/under 18. This is a blog run by an adult and intended for only adults.
Emily's the name, bloggin's the game. This is a multi-fandom blog so I will be reblogging a lot of different things. I tend to tag the main topics with an over-arching tag so folks don't have to worry about blocking too many things if something I post doesn't suit their fancy.
My main blogging topics are:
Hockey (Bruins and Jets)
Knitting
Ghost [the band]
Sewing
Painting [rare, but I like to watercolor paint. It's just been a while]
Link directories under the cut
Personal
I don't have specific tags for my personal knitting or sewing projects but I tag it all as "personal" for my own organization. I'm working on using a personal knitting/sewing tag
Knitting Tag
personal knitting tag
Art Tag
The art I've made with watercolor and the app Procreate on the ipad
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Ghost [knitting] Project:
I've been planning a Ghost themed shawl and this is the tag for it. Currently I'm still working through the chart and trying to figure that
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My Fics / Fic Writing / Ghost Fic
MASTERLIST [Dracopia AU]
MASTERLIST [MISC]
These three are for my fic posts or musings while I write/work on wips.
My Fics - a long to the things I've written
Fic Writing - thoughts and musings
Ghost Fic - any fics I've reblogged as well as my fics I've posted. It's a catch-all.
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If you've made it this far, thanks! Here's a couple cool photos I made while getting my photography degree.
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listen to me, this is so so important: you've gotta get used to really giving it your 60% as a default. like don't half-ass it necessarily but try not to go over 70% or so of an ass. you'll feel better and live a happier more fulfilled life, and on the rare occasions where you do need to lock the fuck in you'll be able to pull off bullshit that the sad miserable wretches giving it their 100% can never dream off, because they're busy draining themselves dry and you have energy reserves to spare.
So I do 3D modeling and printing as a hobby, and a few weeks ago I designed wheel guards meant to prevent office chairs from running over cables and clothes... or your pet's tail.
I got the idea from cowcatchers old locomotives used to have.
Anyways, yesterday I uploaded the model to Thingiverse, and just hours after uploading it, the Community Relationship Manager of the whole website left a comment suggesting I enter the model into a competition that's currently being held on the site.
So I did... and now it's in third place not even a day later. First place is $500, but the competition still has a month to go.
Then the Community Manager contacted me again, telling me they want to feature my model in an upcoming design promotion.
Just, what is happening? I mostly made this thing for myself in, like, an hour, and now it's suddenly super popular? This is all a little bit overwhelming 😵💫
Other models I worked on for weeks didn't get nearly as popular. I swear, it's impossible to predict what people will like.
Anyways, if you want to print the wheel guards yourself, you can get the model here or here.
I also made a quiet version you can stick furniture felt pads on.
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i will forever owe my allegiance to the pitt solely for the fact that it gave me trinity santos. she’s sarcastic. she’s rude. she’s abrasive. she loves taking care of other people. she’s a survivor of sexual abuse. she’s struggled with suicidality. she hates when she isn’t believed. she is deeply scarred and wounded. she uses humor as a coping mechanism. she struggles with self harm. she is the most empathetic person you will ever know. she is deeply loving and generous. she’s ashamed of her own love and joy. she doesn’t take care of herself. she would rather be hated than taken advantage of again. she holds grudges. she doesn’t like herself. she tirelessly advocates for everyone she comes across because she knows what it is to be small and vulnerable and helpless. she knows that kindness is weakness but she cannot help but be kind over and over again.
I don't want my cellphone to have AI I want it to have 3 days of battery time. I don't want my computer to have AI preinstalled I want it to have seven usb ports and high ram at affordable price. I don't want my games to have AI built levels I want them to be so optimized I could run them on a nokia.
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Summary: Barbie figures out your secret. Now you're in the real world with a ken-doll attached to your hip, and most of all, your lips.
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Tags: fluff :D they kiss!! Kind of invasion of privacy, implied arousal, sex is mentioned, a lot of pining and love confessing, ken will do anything for you, no use of y/n, tried to keep it gender neutral, this is part 2–Part 1 is linked at the top!
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Mina's notes: not many notes other than I enjoyed writing this so much and I hope you enjoy this part! I think this will be the only part but if anyone wants smut with virgin!ken I am planning on writing a fic based on that, so stay tuned!
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It's like looking into a mirror! Well, sort of.
All Ken could see was.. himself, and the pencil drawings look exactly like him! Even his body, especially his abs. He notices little notes dotted around his sketches such as:
"OMG he's SO cute!" "Seriously how does he look this good?" And cute little symbols like " >////////< " and " ⁰○⁰ " next to himself.
There's even dates on the top of the pages and if he looked from the start of the sketchbook, he could tell the exact date you had met him. Halfway through the book did your lovely, emotional sketches transition into a museum of Ken.
He couldn't even put into words how he felt. How could he ever think that you wouldn't feel the same? All you think about is him!
He grins ear to ear at the book, closing it and holding it close to his chest.
His tummy was doing that weird tingling it does whenever he thinks about you or is near you, especially right now, it feels like his whole body is on fire.
What should he do about this? Should he confront you? Should he confessing his undying love for you? Now that he knows you find him cute and also probably love him, is there much to be afraid of?
What if he gets to kiss you? Or hug you? Calm down Ken, you're getting a little rowdy... he mentally slaps himself. Just act like a normal guy would.
Ken jumps, physically jumps, when he hears the bathroom door open down the hallway, dropping your book onto your couch, him following it to make it look like he gotten comfy.
You move back into the lounge, seeing Ken has taken his place on your couch, you smile soflty before shaking your head and moving behind where hes sat. "Hey, do you know how to drink? Like.. water?"
Ken jumps, again, not expecting you to be that close. He nodded, a little too quick, before turning to look over his shoulder at you. "Oh uh, yeah, Barbie taught me."
Your eyes can't help but linger all over his face before you blinked, composing yourself. "So.. would you like some water? Or.. if you don't want water i have uhm.. I have juice? Do you know what juice is? I actually–"
And you started to ramble, your eyes anywhere but his. He watched. He admired. His heart pounded.
Fingers that belonged to you tapped along the back of the couch, something he had learnt you did when trying to focus and trying not to get distracted. The thought that he was the subject of your distractions made his insides twirl.
"You're so pretty." He swooned.
"Wh–What?" You stammered.
Both you and Ken froze, staring down at him as he stared up at you. The silence grew, comfortable or not? You couldn't decide yet.
He called you pretty, and he meant it. He's a ken, of course he meant it.
Your eyes eventually slipped over to your sketchbook and right then did you connect the dots. A wave of heat and embarrassment flooded over you.
It's Ken. Obviously he would try and find anything that gave him a hint to you liking him back. He was lucky enough that you poured your heart and soul into art.
"You looked through my sketchbook?" You swallowed, sheepish, you didn't even think about the violation of privacy, your thoughts were overwhelmed by those shiny, blue eyes of his.
"I wouldn't say looked through... i would say opened it, looked at all the pages and then closed it again." He didn't want to mentioned the part where he hugged it tight.
A sigh fell from your lips and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "That's the same–"
"You like me." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. A fact. You did like him. You were attracted to the handsome, bleach blonde ken-doll.
"I do." You agreed, dipping your head, staring at your hands.
"Does that mean we're boyfriend–girlfriend now?" "Woah–What!?" Ken winced at your reaction, not expecting such shock from you.
"Well you like me, I like you. Doesn't that mean I'm your boyfriend?" A brow on his expression raised, like it should be that simple.
You stood there and thought for a moment.
Ken, your boyfriend. That sounds like what your life is supposed to be. You want to see that dopey smile everyday. You wanted to wake up in the same bed as him. You wanted to kiss him.
Does it matter if you only met him a few weeks ago? No. If anything you were just glad you got the chance.
The sound of your name shattered you from your thoughts, bringing your attention to the doll on your couch, kneeling while you stood behind the back. Looking up at you from his place there, his eyes seemed to have a pretty shine to them.
"I guess that is usually how it works here..." you mumbled.
You fingers twitched and you couldn't help yourself. Ken's eyes widened when he felt your hand cup the back of his neck, sliding up and threading through his bleach-blonde hair.
"You're really pretty too, Ken." Your voice was a whisper.
A beat passed.
"Is it normal for my human insides to feel... warm?" He tilted his head, melting into the touch of your fingers in his hair.
A laugh escaped you, "Yep. It's what happens when you have a big fat crush on someone." You teased.
"What do i do with a crush?" He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes and you nearly exploded out of cuteness aggression. You swear you feel your jaw tensing.
"You kiss them." You smile, he gasps, "like i tried with Barbie when I was her boyfriend? I get to kiss you? On your lips?"
"You get to kiss me anywhere you want." A second after you said that you cringed a little, cheeks tinting pink as you realised how that sounded.
Ken however was absolutely drowning in excitement. His eyes landed on your lips, they looked soft and utterly kissable. His tummy tingled.
"Wait, wait– Ken." You spoke firmly. "We... need to set some boundaries."
"Boundaries? Like rules?" "Yup." You nodded. "Okay then..." He also nodded.
"Okay.. so if we're gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend, I need to establish that we are not having sex until we have dated for at least a month." You cupped his cheeks, making sure he was paying attention.
"What's...sex?" Oh shucks. You forgot about that part.
"Anything past kissing, making out, cuddling and showering together, basically."
"Why? Is sex a bad thing–" "Let's stop with the sex questions! Please..? I'll teach you about it when the time comes. For now, we keep it mild, okay, Ken?"
And just like that, boundaries were set.
You stepped around your couch to sit beside him. "So we're boyfriend and girlfriends?" When you agreed he fist bumped the air with a grin, making you smile.
This wouldn't be so bad.
"So... I'm gonna show you how to kiss, for reals." "For reals?" "For reals." "Yay!"
Heat easily rose to your face at how excited he was. "I'm going go be such a good boyfriend-you won't even know what to do about all the love I'm gonna giv– mfhh-"
Well that shut him up. Ken's eyes were blown wide after your hands held his cheeks, yours and his' lips locking together.
He didn't know what to do but his heart was for sure going to explode.
"Hm, just feel it–mmfh–and go with what you feel inside." You ate his surprised noises while your noses slotted perfectly against eachother, palms squeezing his
Go with what you feel inside. Simple enough, right? All he feels is heat, tingling and a weak ache down below... how to turn that into actions? He has no idea.
At least his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying it. His lips were delicate and felt so good against your own.
You let out a faint "hmh-!" when you felt his hands nervously wrap around your wrists, holding your own hands on his face as you kissed.
With someone like Ken, you expected a certain kind of romantic charm, especially with the way he easily stole your heart. In reality he was just as fidgety as you, his heart jumping and his mouth desperate against your own.
You appreciated that about him. It meant he'd eagerly be vulnerable around you. Maybe even submissive.
And as you kissed him silly on your couch, you could see yourself with him forever. Through thick and thin. Lesson through lesson.
He was thinking the exact same. From the moment he first met you and resisted telling you how much he loved you right there on that plastic beach, he wanted to give you all the loving that's possible to give.
Both of your hands laced together as the kiss seemed to deepen, when he let out a cute whine that's when you forced yourself to pull away.
Gosh his eyes are gorgeous.
"I love you, Ken, so much." A smile appeared on your face at his expression. He looked at you like you were the only person in both the real world and Barbieland.
"I love you with my entire body and and I will do everything i can to keep you away from everything bad in this world. If that includes sex then I will hit them with my fist–"
"No- Ken, that's not.." you sighed while the corner of your lips curled up. "I appreciate it."
New achievement unlocked; beach-blonde, handsome Ken-doll acquired.
”"I wouldn't say looked through... i would say opened it, looked at all the pages and then closed it again."” VERY funny
”"I love you with my entire body and and I will do everything i can to keep you away from everything bad in this world. If that includes sex then I will hit them with my fist–"” EVEN FUNNIER LMFAO
Fandoms have a serious problem with how creators are being treated these days.
Fandom creators spend hours of their free time to create something to make fandom thrive...for free and for the love of the game.
And what do they get? A wholeass heap of fuck all. No reblogs, no comments, no nothing. And people are surprised that creators are dropping out left, right, and centre??
"Why is there no long fic anymore?" "Why did my favourite writer stop?" "Why is my favourite artist not posting anymore?"
I implore you to ask yourself: "What's the last thing I did to support my fandom? Does my favourite creator know they are my favourite? When was the last time I left a comment under something?"
for anyone who isn't aware, wnba players have been speaking out recently about the abuse they've been receiving online from sports betters who bet on them and weren't happy with the outcomes of the games. notably, chelsea gray blasted a guy who called her a racial slur because she didn't score as many points as he bet she would, and courtney williams posted a voice note of her response to a guy who said some absolutely vile stuff to her
i know most of the wnba fans on here are more casual watchers, but it's still something i think everyone who pays attention to the league should be aware of because it's astounding how many comments i've seen saying that the players should just suck it up because that comes with the territory and all athletes have to deal with it. while it's true that this problem is by no means unique to the wnba, that doesn't mean it's okay or that players should have to tolerate harassment and bigotry (i swear every single one of these comments is overtly racist, misogynistic, and/or homophobic)
if the league is going to openly endorse sports betting, partner with betting platforms, and actively promote betting during every single commercial break, then it NEEDS to also take measures to protect its players from the vitriol that betting inspires. personally i think it's incredibly fucked up that sports leagues are endorsing betting at all, but that's a conversation for another day. natasha cloud said it well when she was interviewed about it: if the wnba wants to endorse betting for the sake of financial growth, fine, but that cannot come at the expense of the players, and cathy needs to step up and protect them (in this way and so many more). elizabeth williams (secretary of the players’ association) said that there’s a meeting scheduled to discuss the issue with cathy soon, but i honestly don’t know how much we can expect to come from it
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